Like many players, he is a slave to his superstitions, worrying that his luck will turn if he breaks his rituals. He cleans his own cleats on the days he pitches, for example, a practice he began years ago. And he has to make sure his jersey is safety-pinned inside his pants, a more recent ritual. Moments before he was to start a game last season, he bolted into the clubhouse, panicked because he had forgotten to pin his jersey.
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| — | Joan Ryan, Giants Magazine (from an article about Tim Lincecum) |
